OMG I do that too.. usually it's when I am about to confront someone.. I usually spend about a day going back and forth imagining what they are going to say in response.. almost like a full debate in my head in order to compile what I am going to say and be prepared on how to answer to the retort.
Ive done about as much lip syncing in drag on stage as lady gaga has.. and Ive probably shown my penis more too..
I got cheated by some crooks for a decent some money a few days back. Feel horrible - ashamed, embarassed, depressed .......
I was poor growing up, so I had to wear hand me downs. (i had 2 older sisters) 8th grade graduation ceremony I was wearing my sisters jeans underneath the gown because it was the nicest pair of jeans my mom had that were clean at the time. I got a job the next year to make sure that was the last time.
Hmm, let's see here. Though I wouldn't necessarily call it embarrassing, I'm certainly self-conscious about my choice in underwear. I wear the old style white briefs; never liked boxers or boxerbriefs. Just a personal preference, though at this point it's certainly a deviation. Though I consider myself very sexually open and am willing to discuss anything on the matter with just about anyone (and often do), I'm a virgin. I have no idea if I'm more attracted to males, females, or both at this point. I'll mentally prepare things to say to people an hour before I have to go and talk to them. It prevents me from freezing in the moment, sometimes. That's a start, I figure.
Embarrassing fact given in complete anonymity. *I pee in the shower. * I swear in a very unladylike way to myself. * I drink far too much cheap champagne. * I use my mobile phone to make ........ phone calls. * I do NOT have a Facebook page. * Last year a 21 year old boy tried unsuccessfully to seduce me ...... he didn't know about my sexuality. * I was known as "pear" at the last school I taught at ..... short for "Pearshape!" That'll do for now!
I killed my dog. He was 15. I dragged him up and down 3 flights of steps while the elevator in my apt. building was out because he had to go out and he wouldn't use the wee wee pads and I got frustrated with him. He kept falling in the stairwell and he was crying but he weighed about 55 pounds and I didn't think I could carry him up and down the steps by myself and I was afraid to try to pick him up because he had arthritis and if you touched him wrong he'd scream. After we got back home he collapsed and died. Everyone acted sympathic about the dog dying but people don't know it was actually me who killed him. I hate myself.
when i travel on the tube/train/bus i dont like people sitting next to me. the weird part is if i finish my journey and know one has sat next to be, instead of being happy about it, i wonder whats wrong with me and why they dont want to sit next to me. weird. hope i have explained that ok